[This is just...the worst. While they're not quite fumbling, at least not physically, it's still so very tense and awkward between them, and Felix hates it when things become that way. He's just not used to it -- most instances, he'd prefer to avoid them at all costs. But he's not foolish enough to believe he'd always be successful in that endeavor.
Felix pulls himself nimbly to his feet, almost instantly aware of their proximity once he stands and he's careful to take a step back away from Ferdinand. Just to be sure. He's frowning and rubbing at the back of his (now sweaty) nape when Ferdinand invites him to tea.]
Isn't it too hot?
[He blurts that part out. Completely unintentional.]
For tea, that is.
[But he does like those Almyran teas. So bitter and strong...]
But whatever, as long as I don't have to set anything up...
no worries! 😌
Felix pulls himself nimbly to his feet, almost instantly aware of their proximity once he stands and he's careful to take a step back away from Ferdinand. Just to be sure. He's frowning and rubbing at the back of his (now sweaty) nape when Ferdinand invites him to tea.]
Isn't it too hot?
[He blurts that part out. Completely unintentional.]
For tea, that is.
[But he does like those Almyran teas. So bitter and strong...]
But whatever, as long as I don't have to set anything up...